oh, so today was just another day. I headed into Charlottesville, to pick up some clothespins and to get shelf-liner for putting inside the drawers of the house in Schuyler , VA (yes, that’s the home of Earl Hamner, writer of “The Walton’s”). Once these chores were done, I headed home, had a bowl of the delicious chicken soup I began last night in the crock pot, and headed out to find the bike trail at Delfosse Winery. Upon my arrival, I found that the trail is a MTB trail and I brought my recumbent. Not a good combination, so I headed back to the Virginia Blue Ridge Railway Trail. Today, I would start from the Piney River trail head.
On the way, I saw the SPCA thrift store in Nelson County and had to stop. I’m a thrift store queen, and can’t pass one up! It may be the best thrift store I’ve ever been to. There are many rooms, there is locally-made soap and skin care products, clothing, knick knacks and Books! The books are categorized by author! There are Many Many books! I can’t wait to take the hubster to check this out. Uh, back to my story. I bought some things for the house and continued on, to the trail. It’s 6.5 miles out and the same back. Today was forecast to be a wet one, all day. BUT the sun was shining and I was gambling on a ride. I got all the way to the end of the trail, before looking behind me and back to where I cam from. It was a black, overcast caldron! No worries. I’m a touring cyclist and I’ve met nearly every kind of weather one can encounter.
Uh, let’s see…… count the time from lightening to thunder and get off the trail when there is 5 seconds between? no, no, 3 seconds, CRAP! I can’t remember. I encounter a couple along the way, then go back to them, to recommend a place to hunker down until the storm passes. And I cycle on. I make it to 1.5 miles from a gazebo and 3 miles from the trail head, when I know it’s time to stop. A tree has just fallen 50 yards from me and it’s a big lumbering tower!. I cower beneath a young cedar, with my bike nearby, but not near enough to make me attractive to lightening. After about 25 minutes, I determine there is about 10-15 minutes since the last near lightening strike and I’m back on the bike. This whole experience is like living on the road, touring long-term and making your “wits” your #1 asset. How have I been so blessed as to be soaking wet, in mid-March, cycling on a squishy bike-seat with goosebumps from top to toe? To know that I’m an adventurer. That I won’t lie in my sick bed one day, pining for a life that should have been, but rather, recounting the life that was. Oh JOY! God has given me a gift and I shall unwrap it with relish each and every day. AND he has given me a life-partner who will tear through that wrap with me and laugh like an idiot when my eyes light up with delight at what the day has to brought.
Here are pictures of today’s joys and adventures. I did not get the camera out in the rain, for which I have no apology 🙂 As a result, there will be pictures another day. Cycle Joyfully. Get cold and wet and huddle under trees, hoping someone will come along and share the joy of the moment with you. OH, I did fail to mention that there were cows along the trail today! Fortunately, they weren’t “attack cows” 🙂